Chapter 192 No Favors
- Michael
- Emelda silently returns to the kitchen with her tray of tonics and potions and sets them on the counter, wordlessly scribbling doses in the black leather notebook she’s been carrying around in her pocket since the night I met the witch-turned-vampire seven years ago.
- I lean against the counter, flexing my left hand and curling it into a fist over, and over, wearing a thick bandage around my wrist.